Thursday, December 17, 2009

No tool.

I pack no tool, I school the shorty,
You fool acting naughty, I remain calm,
Read comics underneath the palm tree,
Poetry bomb you squadron, I walk,
No joking, coping with pressure,
The blessing of the essence,
Setting trends melt the microphones,
With grown poems with a known tone,
Snapping necks like prawn dome,
No chrome homes, just dope songs,

Native talk for the jokers,
I am an addict for nicotine and caffeine,
The anti dope rapper is supreme,
My mind state green and fiend like Rakim,
Sharp like a laser beam, phrasing the scene,
Amazing is what I mean.

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